The dream must have started around 3 in the morning like most of my dreams do. The venue was somewhere near the North West Gate of the White House. George W. Bush was sitting on the grass with his jacket folded neatly by his side. I stood a few feet away from him and to my right stood, of all people, Bill Press. Why W. and Press together is the kind of question best avoided while discussing any dream.
I remember telling W. about my latest invention-- an aural signature scanner that could track down every single individual out of the six billion plus of us who live on this planet. Once tracked down that individual could be teleported instantly to wherever you desired. Press started laughing. W. looked at him sternly, as if reprimanding him for making light of this absolutely mind boggling invention.
"You mean you could track down bin Laden this very instant and produce him in front of us?" Press asked.
I said yes. I explained to W. how every human being's DNA structure projects an aura which is unique to that particular person. I knew exactly where bin Laden was at that instant.
"What'you waitin for?" W. asked. "Get him."
Before I could I woke up. I am still trying to analyze the significance of this absurd dream.
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